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      He was sure he looked   awfully tough   sitting in a vinyl fold up chair nursing a bloody nose.  Bruises were already blooming across his face as he stared up at her.  Sami was used to this  —-  he was used to the pain ; he was used to the humiliation of losing a fight or getting the shit beat out of him.  Sighing, Sami closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.   He wasn’t ready for a lecture and he sure as hell wasn’t ready for Nikki to ask him a million questions about what happened, though the concern was always appreciated. 

       “Hey there, Nikki. Congratulations on the win. You did great.”      Despite the pain he felt, he managed to bring out a smile and a cheery tone, trying to keep the focus of the conversation on her and not him. 

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